The night was dark, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, and occasionally a moving star slipped out of sight without a trace.
The bustling city gradually returned to silence.
The lights in the villa were always on.
The bedroom was a little dark, and a desk lamp was shrouded, casting a shadow on the ceiling.
Zhou Wang sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the sleeping person in a trance, his palms still pressed against his lower abdomen, a warm and wet feeling in them.
I don’t know how long it took.
The sleeping person stirred and murmured in his sleep, "It's hot~"
Chen Yun frowned and regained consciousness. She felt her lower abdomen was hot and she began to sweat. The pain that made her gasp disappeared and her body suddenly relaxed.
Zhou Wang was brought back to his senses by a low murmur. The voice was so low that he couldn't hear what she said clearly. He raised his hand and gently placed the tip of his index finger on her brow to smooth her brow.
Chen Yun's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyebrows were twitching slightly, and he felt a little numb.
"Zhou Wang." He shouted while grabbing her hand, his voice a little hoarse: "Your hands are so hot."
The man's face looked particularly handsome in the thin light.
"Are you feeling better?" Zhou Wang withdrew his hand, his palm was wet, and his cold lower abdomen gradually warmed up.
"Yeah." Chen Yun responded, with the remaining discomfort after the pain in his abdomen, "Much better."
It felt so good to regain control of her body, like escaping death. She now felt that there was nothing she couldn't overcome.
Zhou Wang rubbed his brows tiredly, and finally felt at ease. After a day, he felt more exhausted than if he had stayed up all night for two nights.
Chen Yun supported himself on the bed with his elbows and was about to get up.
Zhou Wang noticed her intention and quickly helped her up, gently admonishing her, "Slow down."
The two of them got out of bed. Shen Yun felt the hand supporting his shoulder, and his heart warmed slightly: "I'm fine, you don't need to support me."
Although it is still a little uncomfortable, it is good not to be too much.
Only then did Zhou Wang let go.
Shen Yun glanced at the bathroom in the bedroom and decided to go outside.
Zhou Wang followed silently.
It’s not that he has any bad habits, he just really can’t let her go.
There was a rustling sound.
When Chen Yun came out, he saw someone standing outside the door. He didn't have the energy to ask him why he was still there, and walked slowly towards the bedroom in a listless manner.
It wasn't very painful, just a dull pain and bloating, plus the discomfort from acute gastroenteritis, and I felt completely listless.
Zhou Wang frowned and followed closely. Her petite and frail figure made his heart tighten.
Chen Yun moved herself to lie on the bed, and saw him standing at the head of the bed, looking at her silently.
The dim light shone on his face, outlining a clear outline that looked incredibly beautiful.
An indescribable feeling surged in her heart, like the slightly sour taste of orange, or the sweet and delicious taste of watermelon, almost drowning her in layers of emotions.
Chen Yun's voice softened unconsciously: "Zhou Wang, can you accompany me?"
She patted the pillow twice, motioning him to come up.
She had taken a nap in the hospital in the afternoon and just took a nap. Although she was not in good spirits now, she couldn't fall asleep for a while.
Zhou Wang didn't dare to leave the room. He felt uneasy without the person under his watch.
He took off his shoes and got into bed again. He put a pillow behind him and leaned on it, resting his head on the bedside table, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chen Yun tilted his head, looking at him hesitantly.
She wasn't sleepy and wanted to chat, but because of her physical condition, she was too tired to open her mouth and wanted to hear his voice.
Shen Yun moved his body, moved closer to him, and turned sideways to pull the quilt over his legs.
Even with the air conditioner on, it's still a bit cold.
Zhou Wang noticed the movement and came back to his senses. He reached out and covered the hand that hadn't yet retracted. The little hand was still cold: "Why are your hands still cold? Do you need to turn up the heat a little?"
As he said this, he looked for the remote control to adjust the temperature.
Chen Yun reached out and grabbed his arm, his expression gloomy: "It's not cold, it's probably because of poor peripheral blood circulation. If it's too high, it will make you feel hot."
It feels more comfortable to cover yourself with a blanket than to feel hot.
Curled up in the quilt, I rubbed my feet secretly. My feet didn't feel cold when they touched each other, but when my feet touched my ankles, I instantly felt the unusual body temperature.
Zhou Wang ignored her nonsense. What about poor blood circulation? Even if it was poor, her hands and feet would still be cold in the summer. Ultimately, it was still a problem with her body. With a serious expression, he asked, "Does it hurt like this every time?"
He didn't understand this aspect, and didn't know whether it was a coincidence that acute gastroenteritis was caused, or whether it was always like this.
Chen Yun tilted his face to the side and hummed absentmindedly. His little feet were moving over little by little, touching the clothes, and a warm touch came from the instep of his feet.
It’s so warm and comfortable.
She was hesitating whether to borrow some temperature.
Zhou Wang noticed her little movement and could feel the chill through his pants. He sighed inaudibly, "Let me warm you up."
Chen Yun no longer hesitated, and squeezed her feet under his legs without hesitation. The coldness that was wrapped up found a warm bed, warming her heart sour and sweet.
Warming her feet and covering her hands, Zhou Wang took her hand and placed it against his face, his gaze fixed on her pale face: "Snakes know how to adjust their temperature to the environment, but you're different. Not only are your limbs cold, but even your belly is cold."
Is it her fault that her hands and feet are cold?
It's the Creator's fault.
"Huh? Snakes are cold-blooded animals? I always thought they were cold-blooded animals. I learned something new." Chen Yun's focus was obviously shifting.
What? Is he teaching her about animals?
Zhou Wang chuckled, put down her hand, and patted her head: "The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten. Now I have time to think about other things."
I haven't forgotten it. My lower abdomen still hurts a little, but I feel much better.
Chen Yun didn't move obediently, like a cat being stroked. She was quite resistant to others touching any part of her body. For example, she would feel uncomfortable when getting a haircut or washing, and her whole body was very stiff.
But at this moment, she felt somewhat enjoying it and even at ease.
"You haven't answered my question yet." He asked her if she felt this painful every time. She was absent-minded and didn't know what she was thinking, so he ignored her.
Chen Yun blinked: "What did you just say?"
It seemed like there was something she didn't hear clearly.
Zhou Wang had no choice but to ask again: "Is this the case every month?"
Dysmenorrhea is very normal, at least in the female circle, it is considered a normal phenomenon.
"Should be?" Chen Yun was unsure. It had been a while since she came here, but today was her first time. She thought she had a congenital menopausal constitution.
Zhou Wang looked at her doubtfully: "Should?"
Is this kind of pain something that happens every now and then?
Chen Yun knew he had made a mistake and weakly retorted, "I'm a little slow to react right now, can you please not be so serious?"
"Okay." He didn't take it seriously, he just wanted to know more about his body.
In the past, if someone had talked about dysmenorrhea, Zhou Wang couldn't imagine how painful it was. But after seeing her experience the pain with her own eyes, he had a deep understanding.
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